Week 1: Write a story featuring all the colors of the pride flag.
„Pink. You know that pink was originally on the flag but it was scrapped because fabric was epensive back then?”
Christian looked up from his book to see his boyfriend pointing at a pink piece of glass decorating the window.
„What in the world are you talking about, Mason? What flag?”
„Pride flag, of course! It’s June already! Oh, and here’s red. Pink symbolizes sexuality, it’s not on the modern one but who cares, pink is awesome. And the red signifies life. Pretty universal but I think it’s pretty hilariously on point for us even more so than everyone else. Well, you.”
„What, because vampires drink blood?” Christian raised an eyebrow at Mason’s pleased, smug smile.
„Exactly. Next we have orange. This kinda looks like orange? Or maybe it’s just rust seeping onto the glass but it looks orange so it’s cool. Orange is for healing.”
„Why are you even doing this?”
Mason ignored his question and continued examining the window. Here’s yellow. It’s kinda white-ish yellow but yello stands for sunlight too so whitish yellow works. Sun’s pretty bright.”
„Like you.”
„I will pretend I didn’t hear that. Green, right here. It means…”
„Let me guess! Nature.” Mason stuck his tongue out at him and Christian closed the book, now intrigued at where this was going.
„Next, we have blue. Originally there was a lighter blue too. The indigo means serenity and light blue… magic.”
Christian flicked some sparks at him in amusement.
„Not quite my color though. Blue would be more Lissa’s thing I guess.”
„Is spirit blue? Wouldn’t that be like, transparent?”
Christian shrugged.
„I have no idea. Water’s blue but all water users we know are assholes.”
Mason looked back at the stained glass window.
„Well, the last color is purple, right here, and it actually signifies spirit on the pride flag so we can say purple works for Lissa, and blue is not that contradictory for fire? I mean, the hottest flames burn blue, don’t they?”
He left the window and alone and joined Christian in the chair, plopping himself in his boyfriend’s lap.
„Kinda like you’re the hottest flame around.”
Christian lip quirked.
„Alright, Casanova. And what was the point of this queer history lesson?”
„Why, it’s pride month, of course!” He grinned. „I’m checking if there’s all the colors of the rainbow in the window so we can shine a huge light through it and make it into a blaster ray that will turn everyone gay!”
Christian couldn’t help it. He laughed, open and joyous, and shut Mason up with a kiss.
(ooof it’s really been A While, let’s see how well this turns out!)
17: tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt
Rose and Mason were studying late. Or rather, Mason was trying to study. Rose spent most of her time complaining that what they were studying here was completely unnecessary and a waste of time. Sighing, Mason got up to get them both fresh energy drinks – they already had a gathering of empty cans at their feet. He went to the fridge and got two nice, cold canes, but he didn’t make it back to Rose, because on his way he passed the couch on which his boyfriend was sleeping. Not that he had noticed that; he’d thought Christian had gone to bed hours ago. Instead, it seemed that his Moroi had fallen asleep on the couch. Now, however, he was reaching out to grab the bottom of Mason’s shirt in passing and hold onto it, stopping Mason from passing him.
“Hey there, babe, you should go to bed,” Mason’s voice was soft and low.
Instead of answering, Christian simply tugged on his shirt again, tilting his head up to look at him. Those eyes. The pretty heterochromic eyes, all large, with his eyebrows drawn up. The perfect puppy pout. Seized his heart right away. Mason could not deny those eyes anything. Again, a tug. Grinning softly, Mason carefully made his way to sit next to Christian’s head. The brunette looked very pleased by that, lifting his head up to rest it in Mason’s lap, closing his eyes.
“Someone’s cuddly,” teased Mason with a grin.
“Shut up,” Christian grumbled a little and buried his face in Mason’s stomach.
Laughing, Mason reached out to run his fingers through soft, brown locks. The Moroi on his lap relaxed at that and slowly fell asleep again under the motion. Mason’s eyes softened as he watched his boyfriend fall asleep. Having been isolated and alone for so long, Christian wasn’t very good at asking for affection and he wasn’t very used to it either. It took Mason a while to make Christian rely on him for comfort like this. And though expressing his needs with words was still not something Christian liked doing, he had come to ask in different ways, like this.
“Mason? Where—Oh, of course did Prince Not-So-Charming steal you,” Rose rolled her eyes.
Mason narrowed his eyes at her, gently pulling his boyfriend closer. Christian snuggled closer to him, making a content, little sound. It melted Mason just a tiny bit.
“Urgh. Stop making heart-eyes at your boyfriend, it makes me want to barf.”
“Well, you’re free to go back to your own room. It’s late anyway. Call it a night,” suggested Mason.
Rose sighed and waved a hand. “Fine, fine. Got a Moroi of my own waiting for me.”
Once she was gone, Mason resigned himself to sleeping on the couch tonight, because there was no waking the sleeping, content prince on his lap. Like a cuddly puppy, completely undeniable.
When
Rose had returned to school with her princess girlfriend, Mason
hadn’t expected that to somehow to lead to Mason getting a boyfriend.
But Lissa befriended recluse, grumpy and very gorgeous Christian
Ozera and somehow, the four of them became friends and started to
hang out, until Mason finally found the courage to ask Christian out.
Now,
when doing so, Mason had been fully prepared that they would be a
very private couple; after all Christian was a very private person.
And Mason was absolutely going to respect that.
Christian
Ozera was a very affectionate person… once he warmed up to
someone.
That had
been an interesting thing to learn and Mason had been quite startled
at first. Christian would casually lean into him, hold his hand, when
it was just the four of them, Christian would even cuddle up to
Mason, throw his legs over Mason’s lap, rest his head on Mason’s
shoulder.
Mason
was by no means complaining – he absolutely loved it. He
loved getting to cuddle Christian during movie nights with the girls,
he loved how much Christian seemed to seek his affections. And he
supposed, it made sense. Christian had spent years isolating himself
from others; ever since his parents had died. He had no family to
speak of, no friends. To put it simple, he was touch-starved and
Mason was more than happy to provide Christian with all the
gentleness he had missed out on.
What was
however a real surprise was that Christian didn’t seem
bothered by public displays of affection either – holding hands
when on the way to class, leaning against him and closing his eyes
during the more boring classes and even… kissing. In public.
The
first time that happened, Mason was left staring dazed at his
gorgeous boyfriend. Mason and Rose were on their way back from
training when they crossed paths with Christian, who seemed to be on
his way to his next magic class. When he spotted Mason, he smiled and
derailed just enough to reach them, grab Mason by the jacket and pull
him down into a kiss. It was brief and chaste, just the cold softness
of Christian’s lips against his. As quickly as they had come, they
were gone.
“Gotta
hurry. I’m already late. I’ll see you later?”, asked Christian.
“You
know, I didn’t know that the ‘P’ in PDA actually stands for
‘Prince’… Princely Displays of Affection”, offered Rose with a
teasing smirk, nudging Mason.
“Oh,
shut up, Hathaway”, grumbled Mason, trying to cover his blush.
“Unless you want retaliation the next time you play with Lissa’s
hair like a damn Disney princess…”
Mason’s
eyes though were on Christian’s retreating form.
I was bemoaning the fact that there’s such a lack of Ashzera fanarts/edits - and then I remembered that I have mediocre Photoshop skills and could just try making one myself.
book meme | [5/5] FRIENDSHIPS → Mason & Eddie (Vampire Academy)
“He’d been Mason’s best friend and nearly as funny and lighthearted. But since we’d escaped, Eddie had changed, just like I had. He was still quick to smile and laugh, but there was a grimness to him now, a dark and serious look in his eyes that was always on guard for the worst to happen. That was understandable, of course. He pretty much had seen the worst happen. Just like with Mason’s death, I held myself responsible for this transformation in Eddie and for what he’d suffered at the hands of the Strigoi. That may not have been fair to me, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like I owed him now, like I needed to protect him or make things up to him somehow. And that was kind of funny, because I think Eddie was trying to protect me. He wasn’t stalking me or anything, but I’d noticed him keeping an eye on me. I think after what had happened, he felt he owed it to Mason to watch over his girlfriend.
